Patrick Stump Imagines

12 - Everybody Wants Somebody

"Patrick! Patrick! Look!" You shrieked while peeking at the curtains, looking at every audience that the bar has for your best friend's Soul Punk tour.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" He asks, peeking a little on the curtains.

"James is here!" You shrieked in delight as you peek back, admiring how James looked so glorious.

Since you weren't looking, Patrick rolled his eyes. He knew how much you adored that guy and somehow, it hurts him, knowing you wanted somebody else than him.

Also, whenever you were going loco for that guy, he was jealous, hoping that it'll be you and him in the end.

"Ugh. He's ugly." He said sarcastically.

You looked at him and hit his arm lightly.

You felt everything stopped when you saw James hooked his arm on a girl's waist as he pecks on her lips. You watched his lips motion the word 'girlfriend' while he faces some of his friends.

You looked at the girl, she looked really hot; a headturner for every guy, to be exact. She has the curves that every girl fights for and her hair bounces perfectly on her shoulders.

On the other hand, you imagined an invisible mirror standing right in front you, comparing yourself to the woman he has--she wears dresses while you wore skinny jeans, knowing they would make your legs look thin; her skin's as white as a porcelain, while yours is a complete mess. Your hair's always disheveled, while hers looked very tamed.

"Earth to Y/N." Patrick teases. You sighed, shoving the curtains back, covering a portion of the back stage.

Patrick noticed your sudden mood swing. "Hey," he purrs and before you could escape him, he has wrapped his arms around you. "I gotcha little lotus." He says lightly, squishing you onto him.

"I just wanted somebody who doesn't want me." You murmured and you heard him chuckle.

He hums a portion of his song, but you can't tell which was it.

"Mr. Stump, three minutes!" A staff shouts as you spun yourself to him, admiring his blue suit.

"Go get them, tiger." You said, brushing off imaginary lints off his suit.

"Roar!" He says, his hand clawing in the air. "You go and grab a seat in front. Just sit somewhere on a reserved one or something."

"Okie pokie," you said, making your signatory hand shake.

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His concert was a blast. You enjoyed it, despite of your night's heartache. On the other way around, knowing you've seen his set list a while ago, you can tell that he has switched some songs or it's just you haven't heard of it.

You recognized him performing 'The "I" in Lie', since it was the very first song you were hooked when he gave you an authographed copy of his solo album.

Everyone was wondering when he grabbed his trumpet, even you.

"Before we end this night," Patrick says, panting. "I would like to tell you guys that I made an impromptu revision of tonight's setlist." He adds, shoving his guitar to his side.

"I revised it because of a friend of mine, my beautiful best friend perhaps, and her happiness was marred when she saw the guy she like with a girl she doesn't knew existed."

You were giggling as you shook your head.

"And um, right now, I wanted to let her know that I love her...not as a friend, but as a lover, you know girlfriend and boyfriend thingy."

On that moment, you wanted the chairs to swallow you down so that no one would see how red your face was from blushing.

You knew it. Patrick has feelings for you, and its not just being friends anymore. He has been there in your bests and worst and you were there for him too.

You looked as red as a tomato as you try to hide your face away from him. Patrick, on the other hand, was enjoying on how you almost looked like a tomato. The moment he winked at you, you placed your hands unconsciously on your cheeks, now wanting the ground to swallow you.

Patrick smirked at himself, knowing you by your reactions.

When you place your hands on your cheeks, it only means you're feeling in love.

Despite the audience's chant at him, he managed not to blush, unlike you.

"So, um...this is 'Everybody Wants Somebody'." He said and started playing the trumpet on his grasp.

Everybody wants somebody who doesn't want them.

The moment Patrick sang those words, you smirked at yourself.